something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i love it here
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i understand
its good
like first name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
no like which do people call me
what do you think my name is
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
no i haven't really read anything
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i have read not even 1 book
was it worth it
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
plato
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
abrar?
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
but i respect your search